~ holding hands

everythin is gonna be okay, love...
just hold my hand

pic: http://languages.oberlin.edu/ethn210/files/2009/05/holding-hands.jpg

~ ant

this morning
: you're lurking around in my mind like a busy ant...

*photo by Jerry*69

Tunjungan Night Festival

In this festival, I also found a booth held by my former University. Our library have a group called 'Surabaya Memory' or Surabaya Heritage. In the festival, they have photography exhibition where the artists are the students of Visual Communication.

Independence Day

*independence*

Sunday, August 16, 2009, I went to food festival held by Sogo Tunjungan Plaza for celebrating the Independence Day of Indonesia. When I arrived, what I found was only empty food stalls and wooden benches. I looked at the big banner and read "Pasar Malan Toenjoengan" (Tunjungan Night Market). I came at 3 p.m. No wonder!

One thing that captured my interest was a bird cage used for decoration. There was no bird in there.
Independence Day.
I smiled.

~ Movie Time

Yesterday, I bought You've Got Mail DVD, an old drama movie that I have watched a long time ago. When I watched it again last nite, I was astonished when I look at their notebooks and the online relationship. I remember my lonely nights when I work on my laptop alone but not that 'alone' since I'm online. It's so funny yet ironic to see to how the Internet works. It breaks the distance of someone who is far way but it separates those who are near to us. Still, I love the idea of two strangers that share life in Internet, even without major details of it. That's the second reason why i like that movie. In my life, I have many online relationships. Some are growing into close relationship while the rest are left strangers. It shows that online relationship isn't always work and sometimes it's best to leave it online.

Anyway, I found an interesting quotation from the movie. If I'm not mistaken, it is :

"I wanted to talk to you. The odd about this relationship is you're more likely love to speak about nothings instead of somethings. But I want to tell you that all those nothings have meant more to me than all somethings. So, thanks,"

I love to call it as the sweet-nothings.... :)

~ maukah kamu?

Due to his response of my text yesterday, My lovely grandpa texted me this morning.

"Anak manis bertamasya membelah Surabaya. Kelak naik kapal membelah lautan. Lalu naik pesawat membelah bumi. Selamat pacaran, anak manis,"

Aku berpikir, maukah kamu membelah lautan dan membelah bumi denganku?

~ reading

I'm currently reading this book.
It's easy to read, especially for newbie in visual media.

note: picture is taken from www.elsevier.com

~sleepy

I've been obsessive lately. My brains is so hyperactive that asks me to do this and that.
Most of the time, it's tiring. I'm obsessed with my job, learning, and trivial stuffs [such trivial details].
Last night I came to be around 2 a.m and woke up around 9 a.m. By havin my morning coffee, I rushed into my laptop and worker. I forgot to have meals and take a bath.
Gosh..I'm so sleepy

~Food industry promotion project

I'm working on the promotion of a food company.
I enjoy myself making the promotion concept, managing the new website design, doing the copywriting, and watching the photo session.
Yesterday, I brought the food products to Footprint, my photography team, and watched the photo session.
I found myself being a food stylist.
F.U.N

~ a shotgun photoshoot

When I was reading 'Why Men Marry Bitches', I found an interesting term called 'a shot-gun marriage'. A metaphor to describe a marriage under the 'force'.

My current project is dealing with chess project which I do the art stuffs and copywriting. A couple weeks ago, I was watching the photo product session when the photographer ask me to be the model.

A shot-gun photo session.
It's OK, but don't show my face.
LOL.

ps: photo courtesy of www.abc-chess.com

~ KANGEN

I miss my sweet candy bar...

~ photograph

Photographed by friend at www.eastjava.com

caution: very hot

Last weekend, I went to Starbucks with my Filipino friend, Alfred. He ordered hot coffee.
I looked at his glass warmer/holder and violated it.

Idle Hand

The drawings that are made by my idle hand.
*wink*

ShieldSketza the Geek



missing the feelin when love melts on our kisses



Although everythin is already written on hands,
I still want to tell you that I love you in truer way...

~ i love the smell of A.R.T

This is what i call as sweet escape.

I'm in good reading and writing mood today and want to have different writing atmosphere. I came to my UNI library. It turned out that i can use Kanitra card [alumni card made for a replacement of student ID card] to enter the library. I'm enjoying myself crammed in pile of Art books.
I found some interesting books...

What is Graphic Design For? by Alice Twemlow.

The quotation from the book...

"Graphic design brings a thought to life, allowing you to engage the thought. At this point, it's tempting to write about the character of the 'thought', the qualities of 'life' and the nature of 'engagement'. The exercise is certainly worthwhile but, stripped bare, this is what graphic design is for,'

The other..

Display Copy Only, Print, Film, New Media: A Book of Intro Work. By Adrian Shaughness [foreword]

This book has less description. It has many good pictures. Luff it!

....perhaps..C.R.A.Z.Y

Sometimes i just want to sit down, listen to the voice inside my head, watching pictures that pop inside my mind, and play.
Art is passion of life.
Words are fastinating.
Taste determines.
Imagination rules.

I can't sleep at night. My little brain is really busy and curious. I often have kind of feeling that hard to describe: combination of excitement and nervousness. When i'm excited about something, my mind is busy with words, sound, pictures, so that i have to write or draw them. I also can be easily touched by something that most people find as trivial stuffs, such as clouds, sky, grass, ant, strangers, photographs, poem, good reading, design, anything. I often find myself looking at a picture for long time, pattern of clouds for hours, and so on. I know that i feel nervous after that. Something bothers my mind and touches my heart, so that i can weep easily.
It's like electric mega volt electrifies me.

Do you ever experience this kind of feeling?

Or perhaps...i'm just loony.

Anyway, last night, serial of words came in my mind. Actually i was trying to do Creative Writing assignment. This time is about adopting one of Hemingway's writing styles, which is story in a form of dialogue.
This is only a stratch of idea.....

‘Your life has been so great like Summer. Do you realize that since i’m with you, i contribute some gloom,’
‘Ah..you’re only give little cloud in Summer day. Still, it’s fine. Little cloud is needed for a shade,’
‘I’m grey,’
‘Still it’s a color that colors my life. I love it,’
‘I hate to argue with clever woman,’
‘I don’t think i’m clever. I’m just good at words,’
‘How good you are at words?’
‘How good you are in bed?’
‘It’s tricky,’
‘It’s bitchy,’
‘Tell me how bitchy you are?’
‘It depends on how tricky you are in bed,’
‘I don’t play a trick in bed,’
‘Then the bitch rules the game,’
‘But the rules are made to be broken,’
‘In this case, the rule breaker is adorable. So, this is the real you,’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I always imagine what goes inside you, a calm melancholy man who is well mannered and shy. Must be something dazzling inside you and your fantasy otherwise bed time with you is boring,’
‘Babe...I hate you!’
‘You know what, a rule breaker should be tied.............in pink bra,’
‘It’s kinky stuff...NO...’
‘Come on....break the rule....’
‘NO..NO...i don’t want it,’
‘Close your eyes...’
‘Are you sure you?’
‘Close your eyes, Heaven..’
‘......’
‘......’
‘............................’
‘...... .. ..... ...... .... ..........’

~ Invisible Hands

I woke up in the morning and was empty headed. Thought that i must have my morning coffee to lit fire in my brain. But suddenly words came in my mind....

A long list of ideal criteria of lover turns out to be useless, because in the end, it is mystery that relates both of us and locks our hands.

U're gripping.
I know that.

Good morning, sugar... ^^

~ step

another step to find you...

...miss

i miss my sweet candy...

Sunday Afternoon: Chill Out

I haven't really enjoyed my last last last weekend. I've been crammed into pile of works and found that weekend wasn't not that fun anymore.
This Sunday i was half fucked up with work and short story (for my creative writing class). I've been devoting myself in front of my son [the way i call my laptop] and trying hard to finish my short story. But it was no luck. I left my son and found myself writing poem. I also grabbed my sketch book and made my self portrait in one page, my ex-boyfriend's face in another page where i inserted the poem there.
I haven't finished my short story *sigh*
I was going to...
But Linda called me asking me to come to her house. At first i said that i was going to finish my assignment, but melted when she said that she wud visit me.
She suggested to bring my son along to the Plaza so that i can do my assignment. When i was dressing up and grooming, i changed my mind. I juz want to enjoy my Sunday afternoon. So i left my son home.
We went to Dante Coffee for Vietname Coffee and snacks. It was very enjoyable, since we met Lilin and friends there.
AWESOME time. I feel that i want to write my short story and draw more picture.

ps: i wud post my drawing here..very soon...

The Label: Ma Sweet Candy

I find out that the question of relationship label is really frustating. It happens coz whatever your answer is, people wud argue it.

"Oh..he's just a best friend of mine,"
"NO..don't lie,"

"He's my close friend,"
"Boyfriend, huh?"
"Bestfriend,"

"We're not a couple of lovers,"
"Why not?"

It leads to a never-ending argument which i dislike. So, when people start asking me one, i just give my political smile. This guy has been my favorite for years. Ma bestfriend and ma soulmate. I just dun like to explain to people bowd the label of ma relationship wid him. I think people wont understand. He doesn't bother bowd it too. So, he's been giving his nicest smile too to reply such question. "People dun need to know,' he told me.

Yay! The most important thing is we both know that what we have is sweeter than candy.

Sick yet Happy

I cought cold, fever, and cold. But i'm still in a good mood..very good.
I went teaching this afternoon and bought a new dress. I love it very much. At first i thought that it's too big on me. But when i put it on, it looks nice.. ^^

*pic. courtesey of Iriene Widyawati of MIGNONE online shopping.

The victim of creative writing class

I'm taking Creative Writing class for a semester. Taught by Budi Darma and followed by nice pals, i find myself in a great excitement in joining this. Umm..this upcoming Wed will be my 1st turn to present my short story, but i havent finished writing it. More to go...a half, perhaps. We're assigned to write a short story after an old fable by Aesop.

"In the old days, when men were allowed to have many wives, a middle-aged Man had one wife that was old and one that was young; each loved him very much, and desired to see him like herself. Now the Man's hair was turning grey, which the
young Wife did not like, as it made him look too old for her husband. So every
nightshe used to comb his hair and pick out the white ones. But the elder Wife
saw her husband growing grey with great pleasure, for she did not like to be
mistaken for his mother. So every morning she used to arrange his hair and pick
out as many of the black ones as she could. The consequence was the Man soon
found himself entirely bald."

Then we must continue the story by employing our own idea....
Here i am...in a mid of heavy cold and lazy sunday, workin hard to finish my short story.. Know what? No! After reading my classmates' short stories, i find out that mine isn't that 'lit'. But, i just don't care... *self justification*hehe*

When it comes to writing, especially creating characters, i love to draw faces in my notebook. I imagine the hair, shape of face, eyes, nose, mouth. Mami Bibeh once looked and my note and commented on it. "Why didn't u just write it?"

Simply because i love drawing too.. ^^

I imagine my male character. He's chic and metrosexual interior designer, with kind eyes, macho-three day beard, fresh-from-bedroom hair style, cool....

Is this character who got two wives? Hwaaaa....marry me too! I won't pluck your hair. Can u imagine him dressed in Zara? *fall*

Eniwei, am i creatin character or dreamin bowd my future boyfriend? *slapping herself* Huhuhuhu.. I think my character is too young for the short story requirement. No grey hair??? Whuaaa...

Well, must go back to my draft........... *sigh*

tha..

ref: the adorable-kissable guy up there is Matsuyama Kenichi.